Dayu Execution Officer, begins to torture the demon girl's fiancee

Chapter 64 You'd better let Ben Gong always like you
"The moon-chanting poetry meeting will start soon, and please be generous with your literary talents. My master treats everyone to a cup of good-quality sweet-scented osmanthus brewing."

A steward stood on the height of the boat and spoke on behalf of the owner. Several servants quickly came out with trays of wine and presented them to everyone present.

"It's hard to drink."

The queen mother took a sip of the clear wine in the glass, and then handed it to Zhao Cuo's mouth habitually. This set of operations was very smooth.

"The minister is a person who does not drink at all."

Zhao Cuo, who had just rejected the store's gift, said solemnly that he felt it necessary to correct the stink of this woman who gave him two bites of everything, and he couldn't take such a thing as a reward.

"Is that so?"

The empress dowager smiled sweetly.

"Why does this palace remember that you were drunk with your colleagues from the Execution Department on the Jinjin Painting Boat a few days ago, and your sister took you home by the ear? Isn't there such a thing?"

"Thank you madam for the reward."

Zhao Cuo raised his hand and took the cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine she drank without changing his face.

"If you dare to lie to me again, you will know what cruelty is."

The queen mother poked his cheek without changing her smile.

……

"Mr. Zhao and that girl have a drink together. I'm afraid that this kind of relationship will soon marry into Duke Zheng's mansion. Isn't Sister Zhao feeling sad?"

The famous ladies in the capital, centered on Miss Zhao, suddenly raised this topic.

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Shangxin glared reproachfully at the little sister who said this.

"The fault is my younger brother. It's too late for me to be happy when he gets married. How can I be sad?"

"Yes yes yes~"

The girls laughed together.

"I think you are asking for a fight."

Miss Xin Xin raised her hand in embarrassment.

"Stop making trouble, the poetry meeting is about to start, let's be quiet."

Miss Zhao gave up after hearing this, turned her head to look at Zhao Cuo, and found that the wine in his hand had become two glasses.

"I said ma'am."

Zhao Cuo looked at his hands holding a glass of wine with twitching corners of his eyes.

"If you want to drink this wine again, I can return it to you. You don't need to ask someone to bring you another glass, and then take a sip and give it to me again?"

"I don't want the one you drank."

The empress dowager lazily spoke double-standard words.

'Bad woman! '

Mr. Zhao Xiaogong felt that if he was a warrior, he must have broken through because of the blood boiling.

At this moment, a young man in a bag came out amidst the booing, and gestured gracefully to the four, and then recited a moon-chanting poem that the empress dowager didn't even bother to listen to.

The woman who was present didn't give any face, and with the loud applause up and down, several poems of varying quality passed by.

"Go!"

Empress Dowager Zhao, who was already a little impatient, raised her little foot and lightly kicked Zhao Cuo's calf.

"well."

Zhao Cuo sighed and looked at the two cups of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hands. The poem he was going to sing next needed wine as a prop, but one cup was enough, but thinking that the queen mother would not be willing to help him, he could only He came out with two wine glasses.

"Push!"

Looking at Zhao Cuo, who was holding two glasses of wine, and then noticing the arrogant girl behind him, many girls who realized what was going on covered their mouths and snickered.

"Sister Xiangxin, your little father-in-law is really pampering that girl."

A woman next to Miss Zhao who has been paying attention to Zhao Cuo's situation said in an envious tone.

"Um……"

Zhao Shangxin felt a little sore in his chest, but he responded with a gentle smile on the surface.

'Mr. Zhao is the one who is favored. '

The Princess Xinning on the side slandered, what a queen mother, she even wiped the mouth of Mr. Zhao's mouth just now. Obviously, she took him as her heart. It seems that Zheng Guogong should return to Beijing soon.

"This is Mr. Zhao who wrote "Bamboo and Stone"."

The young masters and ladies on the painting boat looked at Zhao Cuo who came out and whispered, the indomitable poem a few days ago had spread all over the capital, and all literati were shocked by Zhao Xiaogong's poetic talent.

"Maybe he's just good at writing inspirational poetry."

Someone questioned.

"Cuo'er doesn't like to show off. It was that Miss Lan who asked him to stand up, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to compose poems in front of so many people with his temperament."

Zhao Shangxin looked at his younger brother nervously, but found that his expression had become calm and peaceful, without the gentleness and warmth he had every time in front of her.

"Do you only become cute when you're with me?"

She thought about what happened yesterday morning in Youjun Prince's Mansion. At that time, Zhao Cuo beat the prince's son forcefully, and then interrogated the prince without flinching in full view. The coldness at that time made even her elder sister feel... Strange, is it because she has never been able to understand her brother's heart?

"When will the bright moon come...Ask the blue sky for wine."

Following Zhao Cuo's opening, everyone in Huafang raised their heads subconsciously and looked up. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is not beautiful.

They felt that these two sentences were unremarkable, and they waited for the follow-up.

When "I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve" sounded, someone secretly nodded in surprise.

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world?"

The sound of gasping for air kept coming and going on the boat.

"Master Zhao, is he treating himself as a fairy?"

Someone was speechless.

What does it mean to go home?

This has to be living in the sky to be able to go back!

"Is it too cold at the heights?"

The empress dowager raised her thin eyebrows lightly, reflecting on the connotation of this half of the poem, her eyes showed satisfaction.

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, Zhao Wusian. There should be no hatred, what is the long way to go?"

In the second half of the sudden turn, everyone present was stunned, and then they thought of the changes in Zheng Guogong's mansion a few days ago. The Zhao family could not be reunited on this Mid-Autumn Festival night.

"It's a pity that this amazing stanza is over. The next few lines make the melody of the word resentful, and it loses its free and easy cheerfulness."

One of them sighed, but before he said that, his eyes suddenly widened again.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

"Fantastic!"

Even if someone was so excited, he was overwhelmed!

"Grandpa Zhao is kind, even if the family cannot be reunited, he is still optimistic and open-minded!"

"The last two lines of this word are enough to be sung through the ages!"

"Even if we can't see each other, it's enough to enjoy the moonlight together thousands of miles apart! It's a big white day!"

After Zhao Cuo finished reading this poem, he was actually a little flustered, and he wanted the audience to stop blowing it. Was he pointing at the Queen Mother's nose and blaming her for separating his family?
"You are so brave!"

The cold voice sounded behind itself.

"Miss Lan."

Zhao Cuo turned around and smiled at the girl who seemed to be walking towards him from the painting.

"I took back the first one you asked for."

"Before the boss has spoken, you are sure that you are the number one? This is as arrogant as your writing."

The corners of Zhao Qinglan's mouth curled up faintly, and she reached out to take the half-drinked osmanthus wine in Zhao Cuo's hand, and gracefully passed the cup to her mouth.

"Didn't you say you don't want what I drank?"

"Accepting or not is the exclusive power of this palace."

The empress dowager took a sip of the wine, then pressed the rim of the cup that had just come into contact with her pink lips against Zhao Cuo's mouth, then turned and left.

"I am very happy tonight, so I don't care about your guilt. You'd better let me like you all the time."

(End of this chapter)